Spoke too soon. The day started off well… opposite the camping area there was a small area of river deep enough to swim, so a refreshing dip was called for. We then had a fairly lazy morning, but needed to be out of the area as the road was closing for some cyclists to come through. The day also ended well… we arrived safely in Florence at a campsite just on the edge of town with showers, shade and electricity.
The bit in the middle was hot, sticky, itchy, stressful and probably best forgotten.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins